My Charity System made me too OP-Chapter 259: Battle Arena III

Leon leaned back slightly, letting the title hang in the air for a few heartbeats.

"Voidbreaker," he echoed. "That's a heavy crown."

Roselia looked toward him, concern flickering in her violet eyes. "Leon… if you take this on, there's no turning back. This isn't just a Tower challenge anymore. It's the fate of everything."

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Milim, for once, was silent. Her usually energetic demeanor subdued as she crossed her arms. "Fighting those… things?" she muttered, eyes narrowing at the projection of the invaders beyond the veil. "Even I felt a chill looking at them."

Naval let out a low whistle. "Well, that's one hell of a promotion. From elite climber to cosmic firewall."

Roman didn't say much, but his hand was resting on his blade, knuckles white. He understood the gravity—maybe more than anyone here. As someone who'd been reborn in undeath, the concept of corruption and unnatural forces likely struck deep.

Leon, meanwhile, met the officer's gaze steadily. "So let me ask this—what exactly do you want from me, right now?"

The officer didn't hesitate.

"Training. Preparation. Awakening. You're strong, yes, but not yet awakened to the resonance of the Voidbreaker class. That title isn't something you simply take—it's something you become."

He gestured toward one of the crystal tomes, opening it with a whisper. A soft hum echoed out, and an ancient sigil of interlocking swords appeared, glowing faintly.

"This," he continued, "is the Legacy Protocol of the Voidbreaker. Hidden even from most of the Sacred Orders. It must be absorbed, not taught. It chooses if you're worthy."

Leon's eyes narrowed. "And if it doesn't choose me?"

"Then the choice is still yours. But the Legacy only responds to one thing—resolve. Not strength. Not potential. Resolve. The will to bear the burden of the cosmos… and remain standing."

Liliana finally spoke up, voice soft but resolute. "Leon… if you do this, we follow you. No matter what waits beyond the veil."

Roselia nodded. "To the end."

Roman grunted. "You'll need someone to raise the dead invaders, after all."

Milim grinned faintly. "Someone's gotta punch the stars for you."

Naval laughed. "And someone's gotta write your legend."

Leon finally smiled—a small, rare thing.

"Alright," he said, stepping forward toward the tome. "Let's see if I'm truly meant to break the void."

He extended his hand.

The moment his fingers touched the tome, the runes ignited in silver-blue light, the room trembling as if reality itself shivered. The crystal sphere pulsed violently, projecting visions none of them could truly comprehend—cosmic battles, fractured timelines, gods falling, stars bleeding. And in the center of it all… a figure cloaked in light and shadow, standing unmoved against the storm.

Leon stood still, eyes closed, body engulfed in the ethereal flame of the Legacy.

And in that instant—the Tower recognized him.

A deep, resonating voice whispered through the chamber, heard not with ears but in the very soul.

"He who walks unseen… who chooses not to rule, yet bears the strength to do so…

You have been seen.

You have been chosen.

Rise, Voidbreaker."

A flash of light, then silence.

Leon opened his eyes—brilliant silver now flickering beneath his irises.

And then he said, calmly—

"…Let's begin."

The moment Leon opened his eyes, the silence in the chamber felt… sacred.

But then something happened—something no one expected.

The air around him pulsed violently. The very floor beneath him cracked with radiant energy, as if the Tower itself was reacting to what was unfolding.

Suddenly, the silver flames dancing around him deepened into a shimmering obsidian blue, and strange, ancient runes began spiraling around his body—symbols that didn't match any known magical language. They shimmered across his skin, glowing briefly before etching themselves onto his soul.

The officer stood up so quickly his chair fell over. "W-What is this?! That's not standard Voidbreaker resonance! Those sigils—those aren't from our reality!"

Roselia and the others jumped back slightly as the temperature and gravity in the room shifted erratically. It felt like they were standing in two places at once—this room, and somewhere far beyond comprehension. Somewhere older.

The memory sphere cracked and shattered, unable to handle the feedback.

Then the system chimed.

[Voidbreaker Class Acquired.]

[Analyzing Resonance Tier...]

[ERROR – Tier classification exceeded limit.]

[Assigning placeholder designation: ??? Rank.]

[Warning: Detected entity resonance matches Forbidden Alignment Protocol – Activating Seal Layer One.]

[Override Failed.]

[Engraving Initiated.]

An ethereal pattern began to carve itself across Leon's back—an intricate mandala of swords, void eyes, and a massive gate with chains barely holding it shut. The lines burned like starlight but left no physical damage, only the mark—a living, pulsing symbol that watched.

The officer fell to one knee, stunned. "A ??? Rank… that's not even in the Tower's registry. There were only rumors. Legends."

Roman narrowed his eyes. "This isn't just power. This is something beyond classification."

Milim stared in awe. "He's not just a Voidbreaker now… he's a primordial version of it."

Liliana stepped closer. "Leon… are you still—"

"I'm fine," Leon said, his voice echoing with a second, deeper tone beneath it. He looked at his hands. "But something... woke up with this class."

The projection of the cosmos returned, now flickering with a new layer—a hidden realm behind the veil, a place marked only with the sigil now branded on Leon's back.

The officer, still kneeling, looked up. "Leon… that engraving. That's a gate. A Primordial Lock. Some say it's tied to the first war between realms—sealed long before even the Tower existed. If it's chosen you…"

Leon glanced at the projection.

"…Then it's expecting me to open it."

The entire group fell silent again.

But this time, it wasn't fear. It was a moment of realization.

Leon wasn't just chosen.

He had become something new.

A Voidbreaker bearing the ??? Rank, with a legacy tied to a forgotten war, and a lock whose key now burned within his soul.

And somewhere—across the edge of reality—something else had noticed.

At another corner of Reality where a massive number of Cosmos are now alingned and being sitting upn the throne of this vast number of Cosmaos opned his eyes as he gazed at the place where the Cosmos hummed.